Hostage Life

When I Get Cancer Or Fuck It, Just Cut Out All The Parts Of Me That Have Stopped Working
Continuing with my commitment to self-destruction you might have brought me in I'll take myself out light 'em up, because this don't mean nothing and all I want to know is how long it takes with no maintenance for this body to break? hold our glasses high to match our eyes and toast the brown haze in the sky when I get I cancer I'll consider regret save this body when there's nothing left for me to abuse or forsake piss on myself with the choices I make I'll start fighting when the battle's lost wallow in the now, with no thought of it's cost continuing with my resentment of what you're saying it's all part of some plan I could never understand who the fuck do you think you're playing? when I die don't bury me hang my body from a plastic tree fan the fire when you burn it down so I can hang forever over this town I'll suck on a new gun swear it's my last one rely on my third lung when I get cancer, baby doll, I'll be done From Letras Mania